A Golden Grey Lyrics

She walks with a sadness like she's never known. Exiting from the back in black from head to toe. A swallow of stale station air, leaving behind the taste of despair. Almost running into someone she used to know. As fragile as a flower, she wonders if she can go on. It's been a long long morning. Another cold black Sunday. It's like she's been awake for hours, another dying Sunday. She hopes to hide these things behind a darkened vail. She dies inside thinking of every time she failed. It seems like only yesterday, a memory of golden grey. Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow. If she could hold on one more hour, maybe she can go on. She knows she tried, stuck in the middle. She blames herself, a little. She knows she tried, stuck in the middle. She hates this sound.